newroutines: ([pos adam] Chilling.)
Mike had a fuller house this weekend than he'd anticipated. And you know what? He was okay with that. He liked having his own space but it could get a little lonely, too, and stress had been piling on him over the last while, between doing repairs for the shark damage on the house and trying to keep his business on its feet.

So even if there'd been more supernaturally enhanced pairs of ears in the house than would've been ideal for a night with a lady visitor who wasn't going to be in town for long... Mike was really freaking happy. He knew all of this was fleeting – Brooke would leave, and so would his assorted werewolf-adjacent friends – so he was just making a point of enjoying himself as much as he could while it was all happening.

And since he was a good host, he'd wandered into the kitchen in his sweatpants and his ratty tank and was making breakfast. A whole ton of it. Eggs and bacon and toast, the whole lot. Coffee, too, of course. And yes, he had at least half an intention of bringing Brooke breakfast in bed, but that remained to be seen.

It was a good morning out here at the mansion.

[ooc: Open for all of the people staying here, and visitors too, what the hell.]
newroutines: ([neu] Down to business.)
Yet another full moon at the mansion! This was going to be completely normal, right? A certain mansion-appropriate version of normal, anyway. Right? That was what Mike was hoping for, although his optimism had been waning lately, for a few reasons.

But right now, he still had snacks and was sprawled on the couch, flipping through channels on the TV. If things were going to get crazy, they weren't there yet.

[ooc: Post is open and up early because ahahaha Sunday and timezones and whatever.]
newroutines: ([neu] Remarks as an aside.)
Mike was yet to notice anything off about today, although he should've known there'd be something going on. Days before Christmas, something was going on every damn day. But none of it was getting in the way of Mike taking measurements from the chest Derek had carried back from the preserve for him so he could get started on its transformation into a coffee table.

Nothing was getting in the way of that so far, anyway.

[ooc: Open, as these things usually are!]
newroutines: ([pos] Yeah I dunno...)
Okay, normally, if the full moon happened to fall on a Friday, Mike would've been glad as hell to go to Caritas and stay out of the way. But, with the eclipse, and the teen wolves being on break, he found he kind of didn't want to go to work tonight. Not because he had any real desire to sample the fruits of Derek's baking from yesterday, but because... Well. Derek. Had to turn out amusing, didn't it? And Tino could probably handle a night on his own, too, especially with two thirds of the town in Italy.

Right now, though, he was just having a perfectly ordinary cup of coffee in the kitchen.

[ooc: Open for all the usual suspects! Specific nature of brownies again NFB, werewolfy discussion details also NFB. Warning for pot, in case you didn't figure it out yet.]
newroutines: ([pos] You so funny.)
Last night and today, the mansion had been a jelly shot factory. For real. Mike took his parties really seriously, okay? If he was going to get everyone drunk like college students with the clever use of gelatin, then by God, he was going to do it right.

By the evening, everything was ready. Jelly shots, normal booze, non-alcoholic drinks, snacks, music. Everything was ready for a good time at the Lane-Hale household.

[ooc: OCD up, have at! Party is open to aaaall adults on the island, students may have to be a little sneakier. COME ONE, COME ALL! Up early for timezones, duh.]
newroutines: ([neu] Lip thing.)
You know, Mike had never expected to suddenly not like the style of furniture he owned, all dark and heavy wood. Don't get him wrong, it was still great to see his familiar stuff again, and he had missed it. And he still liked it all, too. It was just that when the truck with all his stuff arrived on , the guys driving it took one look at the island and all its stairs and decided they really weren't getting paid enough to haul everything across town. They'd help get stuff off the truck, and wait around, but they weren't going to drag anything across what they defined as an unreasonable distance between the parking area and the house. Guess they were used to neat suburbs.

Mike wasn't going to fight them about it. He was just getting Derek to help him. A fit normal person and a werewolf were going to be able do this, right? It was just... a heavy dresser, and matching shelves, and his bar, and a couple of armchairs, and a table with some chairs, and then assorted boxes of household appliances and clothes and random crap he hadn't managed to stuff into his car when he'd driven himself up here.

And his bed. He honestly wasn't sure they wouldn't have to take the frame apart to carry it home. This was going to be a long day.

"Guess there's no choice but to just get started."

[ooc: Open to the housemate as well as other random helpers/observers!]

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